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“So … fucking … tight.” His eyebrows are knitted just as tight.
He slides out a bit, then dives back into me. Unapologetically. His lips worship me in a devious prayer. I never want to stop. Never want anything other than this. Him. Elias. He’s spellbinding. He’s my everything. All at once. It’s thunderous. Phenomenal.
The bed rattles against the wall as he torments me with his greedy, predatory sex. Unrelenting. Like a god. I’ve never felt anything better.
Faster.
Harder.
Amazingly wicked and surreal.
Deep pressure low in my center boils and bubbles, swirling with tension. I may have left this version of reality.
“Fuck, I feel you’re ready, Rynn,” he pants. “Come for me.”
Everything is tense, clenched, ready to burst. His cock plummets deeper than ever and he growls again.
It builds up. Unmanageable. I’m about to hit the peak. My toes curl. Back arches. All I feel is Elias.
“I said come, babe. Now. Right now!”
His hand finds my throat, and he presses softly. That does it. Sets me over the edge of the cliff.
A charge of energy spurts ecstasy all at once. My skin pulses with electric shocks. A blast of euphoria. My soul leaves my body.
“Fuck, yes!” he screams and repositions, so his hands are both by my ears. He pumps even harder, faster. “Good girl, I’m almost there!”
He’s still going. Feels so good. Too good. “Holy shit. More!”
I’m going to come again.
I clench around him. We scream out in unison, his eyes sealing shut. Veins protruding from his neck. Muscles strained. Body sweating. I’ve never seen anyone more gorgeous.
After his cock twitches inside me one, two, three times, his body slackens and his head hangs over my chest.
I really do love him. Completely. A single tear slides down my cheek. These feelings all caught me by surprise. Who knew Elias was going to pound my door down and shove his way back into my life. Lucky me.
The man deserves a damn Olympic medal for that performance. Before he catches his breath, he unties my wrists, then collapses to his side. I don’t have the chance to find strength since he sweeps my back against his chest.
We lay in silence, both panting from exhaustion. I savor the warmth of him cradling me. The comfort I feel in his arms, under his protection, is bliss. I love him. And he loves me. What more could I ask for?
Frustrated meows come from the bathroom, followed by a bang bang bang on the door.
“Poor Goosie,” I barely croak out, my throat dry. “I’ll get him.”
“Not in this lifetime,” Elias groans, kisses my shoulder, then rolls off the bed.
He frees the prisoner from his dungeon and grabs me a bottle of water. Watching him strut around naked and satiated may be my new favorite sight. The hot air smells of thick sex. I kick all the pillows off the bed and spread out wide like a starfish.
Outside a window, an owl hoots, reminding me that the world still exists. That not everyone just experienced three earth-shattering, mind-blowing orgasms. How will we ever top that?
“Well, that was …” Elias’s eyes are wide as he sits next to me. “Indescribable.”
“Nicely done, sir.”
I sit up to drink the water. The frigid temperature flows down my throat like liquid gold. With a frown, he gently caresses the red line around my wrists.
“You okay?”
